Part two to Harry Potter and The Year He Didn't Give A Fuck (the untold eighth book)

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Harry shook out his hand, wincing at the pain punching Ginny had inflicted. He reached out and helped Pansy up.

"You okay?" he murmured.

"You punched her," Pansy muttered back, laughing softly.

Harry shrugged. "She deserved it. She hurt you."

Pansy nodded, wincing and touching the back of her head. When she pulled her fingers away, they were coated in blood.

Harry's eyes widened. "Oh my god, are you okay? Do we need to-"

"I'm fine. Just a bit sore. Can we sit down?"

Harry nodded, looking around for somewhere to sit. Suddenly Draco Malfoy was right next to him, grabbing Pansy's arm.

"C'mon," he muttered, and Harry had not choice but to follow.

They entered Draco's compartment to see Blaise sitting there, giving them a tight smile. Draco sat next to him, and Harry sat across from them with Pansy.

Draco cast a spell on the doors so no one could enter, and grinned. "We don't want your Gryffindor pals trying to kill Pansy again."

Harry's attention was immediately turned back to Pansy. "Are you okay?"

She nodded, wincing. Draco handed her a vial, and she downed it without hesitation. When she touched her head this time, no blood came off. Harry relaxed.

"I have a headache," she murmured, resting her head in Harry's lap and promptly falling asleep.

Harry turned back to Draco, noting the surprise in the blonde's eyes.

And now that Harry's full attention was on Draco, holy shit.

His hair was no longer slicked back. It was soft and curly and framed his face beautifully. He wore gold eyeliner that made his grey eyes sparkle, and shimmery highlight dusted his cheekbones beautifully. Light pink gloss coated his lips. He wore a simple pink t-shirt and light washed Muggle jeans, as well as pale pink Converse. He, like Pansy, had a nose piercing, but his was gold instead of black.

"You've changed," Harry breathed.

"So have you," Draco commented. "And I see you're friends with Pansy now."

Harry smiled softly down at the girl in his lap. "She's real with me, and accepts me for who I am."

Draco nodded. "That's Pansy."

"I wish I had been friends with her earlier," Harry murmured, before his eyes flicked up to Draco. "And you. And Blaise."

Blaise smiled softly at him. "Well, we're friends with you now."

Draco simply nodded, his eyes flicking down to Harry's hand. "May I?"

Slightly nervous, Harry extended his hand and allowed Draco to study the word etched in holographic rainbow on his otherwise black ring.

"Pride," Draco murmured, before his eyes flicked up to Harry. "Are you-"

"Gay."

Draco smiled.

"That's something all of us have in common then," Blaise commented, waving over their company.

"The Homo Squad," Pansy murmured from Harry's lap. He looked down at her in surprise. He had thought she was asleep.

"We have to be more dramatic if we're going to be Hogwarts' resident gay squad then," Blaise said thoughtfully.

"We'll do a Mean Girls style entrance with Draco in front as king of the gays," Pansy murmured.

"You should be in the front, as our resident lesbian," Harry replied calmly.

"If we're doing a dramatic entrance, we need better outfits. We're dressed too casual," Draco said.

"Sounds gay. I'm in," Harry replied easily.

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--Time for dramatic gay outfits if you don't care you can just skip this part it's not super relevant it's just gay--

They had spent too much time on the Hogwarts Express planning this. So much time, in fact, that everyone else on the train had already gotten off and was on the way to Hogwarts, which made their plan all the more perfect.

They waited outside the doors to the Great Hall until they were sure the first year sorting ceremony was over, and then Pansy pushed open the door and walked in, with the other three boys fanning out behind her.

Pansy's hair bounced as she walked, and Harry didn't mention that she had purposely charmed it to do so. She wore a short black crop top that said SLUT in bold red letters across the front, as well as a black miniskirt and black chunky heels. They clicked loudly against the floor, echoing around the now dead-silent room. Her black-coated lips were surely curved into a smirk as she walked. Harry noticed Hermione's eyes zoomed in on her, and widened when they dropped down to see her miniskirt.

Harry wore a simple black shirt that read "bitch please" in cursive, as well as black ripped jeans and white shoes with rainbow paint splattered on them. He made sure his tattoos were clearly visible, and wore his black earrings for good measure. He knew his black eyeliner was flawless, Pansy had done it after all. He toyed with his lip piercing as he walked, making sure to let it catch the light.

Draco walked next to him, wearing a white crop top with the lesbian flag splattered across the front, accompanied by the phrase "love is love". He paired it with white jeans and rainbow high-top Converse. Pansy had replaced his gold eyeliner with rainbow, which had taken her a half hour, but was well worth it. Rainbow bracelets encircled his arms, along with a few others with the colors of the transgender, lesbian, bisexual, and genderfluid flags, along with a couple others that Harry couldn't identify but knew were other LGBTQ flags.

Blaise's outfit was absolutely horrific, and Harry loved it. He wore a one-piece rainbow romper that was practically blinding in itself, paired with rainbow sunglasses and glittery rainbow Vans. Harry had almost cried tears of laughter when Blaise had enchanted his shoes to leave glittery rainbow footprints everywhere he stepped, which they were currently doing on the hard floor of the Great Hall. The words "Homosexual", "Gay", "Proud", and "Queer" shimmered in rainbow ink across his arms.

Blaise was an extra bitch, and Harry loved it.

He didn't even, for one second, consider going to the Gryffindor table. He walked with them all the way to the Slytherin table and sat down right next to Draco.

"What the fuck?" Zacharias Smith shouted from the Hufflepuff table. "What the fuck are you wearing?"

"Clothes," Harry replied calmly.

"They're horrendous. Fucking faggots. And the dyke looks fucking stupid."

Harry stood up calmly, and climbed onto the Hufflepuff table. Several of them just grinned, while others quietly moved their food to avoid it being stepped on.

Harry stood tall on top of the Hufflepuff table, glaring down at Zacharias.

"If I ever hear those words come out of your mouth again, I'm going to hurt you even more than this," he said calmly, before kicking Smith in the face.

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Harry was smiling a little too much when he entered the Slytherin Common Room, which had absolutely nothing to do with Zacharias Smith's emergency entrance to the Hospital Wing twenty minutes earlier.

"How are my favorite Slytherins?" he asked, throwing himself on Draco's lap, who flushed immediately.

"I have a headache," Pansy complained. 

"Neville won't notice me," Blaise complained. 

"There's a 200-pound git sitting on me," Draco complained.

"First of all, how dare you, I am not two fucking hundred pounds. Second, you lot are grumpy. Third, Neville always notices you."

"Hold on, Neville always notices me?"

"We're always like this, you just never come down to the Slytherin Common Rooms."

"Which Draco always compains about, of course," Pansy said with a grin.

Blaise laughed, dramatically throwing himself over Pansy's lap. "Paaaansy, Potter won't pay attention to me! Paaaaansy, Potter's eyes are too green for his own good! Paaaaaaaaaansy, when will Potter fuck me? Paaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaansy,  do you think Potter will date me?"

Pansy and Blaise collapsed into giggles. Draco groaned, his cheeks flushing pink. Harry stared at him thoughtfully.

"I'm always paying attention to you, thank you, now, and yes."

Draco, Pansy, and Blaise stilled, and Harry could see them correlating his answers to the things Blaise has said.

Pansy was the first to figure it out, and she flashed Harry a grin. Blaise was next to realize, and he looked slightly surprised, but his smile matched Pansy's.

Draco was last to realize, and when he did, his mouth fell open in shock.

"You're- you're serious?"

"Maybe not about the fucking yet, but yeah."

"Wait, like you would date me?"

"I mean shit, yeah, assuming you ever get around to asking me here."

Pansy snorted loudly. Draco ignored her, eyes locked on Harry.

"Harry, would you do me the honor of being my boyfriend?"

"But of course." Harry smiled, kissing the back of Draco's hand, causing a deep flush to overtake Draco's cheeks. "By the way, you look fantastic in pink."

"Wait, does Neville really always notice me?" Blaise asked again.

Harry just laughed easily. Pansy made a slight face.

"Excuse me," she said, standing up. "I have a headache."

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"Draco, 'when pigs fly' is an expression. Please don't levitate a pig around the Great Hall just because I'm not kissing you yet."

"You suck, you know that, Harry? And the worst part is, 'you suck' can't even be taken literally, because you haven't even kissed me yet, let alone sucked my dick."

"Potter, you haven't kissed your boyfriend yet?"

"Shut up, Pansy. We've literally been dating for two days, weirdo."

"I never shut up. And so? Kiss already, before Draco has an aneurism."

"I'm not kissing Draco just because you told me to."

"Why not???"

"Jesus, it's creepy when you two say things at the same time. Draco, it's too soon. Pansy, you're far too invested in our love lives."

"Well, while I wait for Granger to notice I'm flirting with her, I figured I should get Draco laid."

"Pansy, we used to date. And you want to get me laid. I'm sure there's an arrangement we can-"

"No! God no! Pansy, you touch him, you're dead."

"Possessive, aren't we, Potter?"

"Harry, for someone who won't even kiss me, you sure are possessive."

"Shut up, idiots."

Pansy and Draco grinned the exact same Slytherin grin, and Harry groaned. What had he gotten himself into?

"Sup, fuckers," Blaise said as they sat at the Slytherin table. "How are your mornings going?"

"You're in a good mood," Harry commented.

"Neville agreed to go on a date with me. I'm happy. How are your mornings going, fuckers?"

"I have a headache."

"Harry won't kiss me."

"My morning's going good, how's yours?"

"Fucking fantastic, thank you Harry," Blaise shot a glare at the other two for not being as courteous. "All you two think of is yourselves. Harry is nice. He's my new favorite."

"Hey! Potter can't be your favorite, I'm your favorite!"

"In your fucking dreams, Parkinson. I'm his favorite."

"Shut your trap, Draco."

"When you shut yours."

"How about both of you shut up, and we eat?"

"Shut up, Harry!"

"Creepy when they talk in unison, isn't it?" Blaise asked. Harry nodded.

Pansy sighed, dropping her head into her hands.

"You okay?" Harry asked.

She nodded, not lifting her head. "Headache."

"Are you sure you're okay?" Harry asked worriedly. "When Ginny threw you down, you hit your head pretty hard."

"I'm fine, Potter. Thanks for the concern, it's not necessary."

She pulled her hands away from her face, sighing. "I'm gonna head to bed. It's becoming a bit too much."

"Need me to walk you?" Draco offered, not looking up, but Harry was staring at the drops of blood on Pansy's hands, before looking up.

Pansy didn't seem to notice the blood dripping from her nose. "No thanks, I'm fine."

"Pansy," Harry said. "Your nose is bleeding."

Instantly, both Blaise and Draco's heads snapped up, staring at her.

"Fuck. I'll head to the bathroom. I'm sure I'm fine."

Harry noticed Hermione walking towards them, eyes on Pansy with a slight smile, looking nervous and excited. She couldn't see Pansy's face. She appeared to be ready to ask her something.

Pansy stood up, and Harry saw the sudden glazed look in her eyes before anyone else.

"Pansy!" he shouted, before she crashed to the floor.